0 comments/ 37324 views/ 2 favorites Mirror Image Ch. 01 By: HarveyMarcus WARNING: The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen. This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. * * * * * * * * * * Mr. Marcus's family life takes a new turn - Harriett gets a job. Will this give Harvey more time to cavort with the young ladies, or inundate him with chores while she's away? In this episode, Harvey accompanies Harriett on her first business trip. California, here we cum! * * * * * * * * * * Ants in his Pants After years of donating her time to what she considered worthy causes, my wife Harriett finally tripped over a way to make a salary for essentially the same work. While at some do-gooder facility, she met a representative from a not-for-profit consulting company. No, the consultants aren't not-for-profit, just the opposite. They help not-for-profit companies do what they need to do - raise funds, raise more funds, or raise even more funds. How not-for-profit companies ever make enough profit to pay the consultants is beyond my feeble financial skills. Anyway, Harriett landed herself a consulting position and a nice five-figure salary. Not enough for me to quit my job, although I was still considering doing just that whenever the first Zenellis checks rolled in. On her first business trip - oh, didn't I mention? Harriett has to meet with the clients at their locations, all over the country. That would leave me at home. Alone. Well, hopefully not alone too often. Many of Annie's friends were attending local colleges and universities. So, for her first client visit, Harriett's new boss plans on accompanying her, to make introductions and smooth the way. And since the client is in San Diego, he's bringing his wife and daughter. "So, do you want to come?" Harriett asked. I always want to cum, but she didn't have to ask twice if California was the destination, particularly San Diego. Annie, busy with school work, took a pass. When Harriett and I arrived at the airport, I expected to see a threesome, but there were only two. Ed, my wife's boss, explained that his wife Evelyn was sick and had to stay home. On his arm, hugging the blood out of it, was his daughter Erica. She was chunky, at least what I could tell from her baggy clothes. She barely lifted her head, clinging to her father and sucking on a Tootsie Roll Pop that she infrequently pulled across her lips and stuck back in. I wondered if she was ever tempted to bite before she'd finished licking? Often, she dragged her hair from her face to avoid getting it on her lips' object of affection. I sat on an aisle seat, Harriett in the middle, with a snoring slob at the window. Across the aisle, Ed was at the window seat with Erica practically in the seat with him. He seemed uncomfortable about her physical closeness, pulling at his collar and wiping his forehead with a hankie. All the while, she consumed more Tootsie Roll Pops. In the cab, I sat up front with the driver, a skinny man in print shirt and shorts, while Harriett sat with the conjoined father and daughter in the back seat. At our hotel, a nice upscale building facing the ocean, a bellcap wheeled all of our luggage up the elevator. He unlocked the door and announced, "This is your room." Room, singular? The momentary thought of Ed, Harriett, Erica and me all in the same bed brought on a half-erection. I'd never done a foursome. Hell, Harriett won't let me get within pricks distance. "The room" was a suite with a large living room and two bedrooms, one on each side. A wall of glass to the balcony, and mirrored walls on both sides, gave the place an expansive feel. Erica demanded to go shopping, but Ed demurred. Always ready with plastic in hand, Harriett volunteered to go in his place. Ed slumped onto one of two facing sofas only after the two ladies disappeared. In a rebound, he was at the in-room bar, twisting open a miniature bottle of hard liquor. "Want something?" "Maybe a Cole and some pretzels." Who knows what beans I'd spill if I was inebriated with Harriett's boss. Not worth the risk for a pint-sized drink. Ed had opened one bottle and chugged it straight down. He held three more between his fingers. We sat around on overstuffed sofas, facing each other, consuming goodies Ed had retrieved from the snack bar in the corner. "I want to apologize for Erica's behavior," Ed said. "Quite embarassing, right?" I remained silent. "You've got one daughter, right?" he asked. "Yes, Anna. In college." "Erica has applied, reluctantly. Doesn't seem to want to make anything of herself." Why did my mind jump to the thought of making it with Erica? She wasn't all that pretty, what I could see of her face behind shoulder-length brunette hair that almost constantly covered her face. And who knows what kind of body lived inside those droopy clothes? Never mind, I make it a rule never to sleep with the boss's daughter, or my wife's boss's daughter. Shit, I did fuck my boss's niece. "She'll decide what she wants, eventually," said Ed. "Gotta give them space and time, right?" Wasn't this guy sure of himself? Then why did he keep asking me for confirmation of his thoughts? I nodded. He cleared his throat. "Tell me, does Anna ever walk around your house, uh, less than fully dressed?" Hold on! Where was this going? None of the stories I had were any of Ed's business! "Sometimes. Why?" "You saw her!" His finger pointed to the door to the suite. "Whenever her mother isn't around, Erica clings to me like, well, a wet shirt. She parades around the house, sometimes in bra and panties, sometimes nightgowns that show, well, everything. It's quite unnerving." His little princess was hot for her daddy! "I'm sure its harmless. I mean, she hasn't done anything else, has she?" No way was I going to expose my secrets, but if good old Ed wanted to unload after four miniature bottles of booze, why not? "Not yet, but who knows. I'm scared to go to bed tonight, afraid I'll wake up with her in my bed. Oh God! She's going to try and seduce me on this trip, I just know it. And that's wrong, right?" My answer came almost too quickly. "Right!" So, what would be so bad? After all, doing it straight out would be better than if Erica showed up in a Betty Boop outfit and Ed didn't know it was his daughter. Except, would I have fucked Annie if she'd simply come into my room and peeled off her nightgown? Interesting question. "Would you do me a favor? Both bedrooms have twin beds. Can you and I share a room, and Harriett and Erica can have the other?" asked Ed. I almost proposed that Erica and I could share a room, but that would leave him with Harriett, and I didn't dislike good old Ed that much. At least, not yet. "Sure, if that's what you want. After all, you're picking up the tab on this outing." "Great! I feel so much better." Ed slumped so hard he almost disappeared between the couch cushions. I moved my stuff to Ed's room, and he dragged Erica's luggage to Harriett's. Wouldn'tit e a stitch if Erica came to what she thought was her dad's room, only to find me naked in bed? Nah, never happen. Too many people around. We sat watching sports, because Ed likes sports, and he was paying. I consumed all of the pretzels and salted nuts, waiting for the ladies to return so we could have lunch. When the door opened a couple of hours later, Harriett and Erica were chatting up a storm, practically giggling. Harriett had a bag from a store whose name was unfamiliar. Erica had two small bags, labeled "Out of This World Novelties" and "Barb's Bikini Boutique." Ed jumped up from his couch and shuffled to his briefcase on the eating area table. He pulled out a piece of paper and waved it. "Where is my head? We have a client meeting in less than an hour." "But daddy, I want to go to the beach." Erica had perfected the Annie down-turned lip. "Sorry, snookums, but work comes first." "Well, I'm not going to sit here in front of the TV until you get back." She headed towards the door. "Harvey, would you take Erica to the beach?" asked Ed. "I don't want her to go alone." Erica pulled her hair back to expose her face and smiled at me for the first time. "Great! I'll change and be right out." She ran towards the bathroom, the two small bags waving behind. "You'd better put your swim trunks on too, honey," said Harriett. "There might not be changing rooms." I nodded, went to the bedroom with my suitcase, and replaced my skivvies with my baggy swim trucks. I'd learned that the loose ones will often successfully hide my erection that becomes painfully obvious in a tight suit. When I came out, Harriett and Ed were at the door, about to leave. "Our meeting is in one of the small conference rooms on the mezzanine, so you can use a rental car. Just charge it to the room," said Ed. Erica came out dressed exactly like she'd gone in. "I gotta pack," she sung. "Don't forget towels. I packed two oversized ones for us," said Harriett. "I don't need one. I'll just take one from the room," said Erica. Harriett got a wave from me before she left. Ed got a bear hug and noisy kiss from Erica. In a moment, she came out with a big floppy hat, sandals, and a shoulder tote with a giant rainbow across the side. All the way down the elevator, through the rental process and the drive down the coastline, Erica peppered me with questions about Annie. What was our relationship like? Harriett had told her the two of us were close. How did I feel about her? I knew what Erica was looking for - any justification to jump her old man's bones. Correction, boner. Well, I didn't provide one. She'd have to rationalize sex with her father herself. "Here!" Erica cried. "Park here!" There was a narrow path between some palms, and a dirt parking lot. If there was a beach, it wasn't very popular or very crowded. I parked and we both grabbed our stuff. A large sign read "CLOSED." "Let's keep going," I suggested. "We're not going in the water anyway, so like who needs a lifeguard?" Erica asked. I shrugged, gathered my tote with towel and sunburn cream, and followed a bounding Erica down a wooded path to the sand. Nobody around, no benches, not even a lifeguard tower. "Perfect!" Erica cried. While i removed my shoes and socks,I stared as Erica pulled her t-shirt top over her head. Nestled in a tied-in-front bikini were two large breasts, which would have been hanging lower without the hammock-style top. Her cleavage was wide enough for my fist, but I daydreamed about my dick rubbing between them instead. When she slid her pants off, I confirmed her chunky status: thick thighs, round ass, almost no waist. I prayed she wouldn't ask me to apply sun lotion. I was sure to get frisky, touching her bare skin. "Can I help you with sunscreen?"I asked. "No thanks. I've got spray." She pulled a pump bottle and spritzed liquid all over. Her skin gleamed. She took out a book and laid face down on her hotel towel. In profile, her ass stood out, hanging out from the modest triangle that made no attempt to cover her buttocks. She was all into her book. I was just the chauffeur, not someone to interact with. To hide my erection, I laid down on my towel, a couple of yards away. At that distance, there'd be no way to accidently roll over and make body contact. I must have dozed off, because awakening was sudden and painful. My crotch burned and itched. I cried out in pain, reaching for my trunks. "Don't touch!" Erica shouted. She stood over me, giving me a not unwelcome view of her bikini bottoms pulled tight against her cunt. "Pull your trucks down!" I didn't think about it and just complied. The area around my penis, now at three-quarters hard, was red and itched like the dickens. "You've got sand mites!" she cried. "Keep your hands off or they'll spread. Quick, come with me." Erica extended her hand, bending slightly. Her breasts undulated in their confinement. She pulled me towards the water. I tripped and stumbled forward, my swim trunks at my ankles. "Dunk yourself," she ordered. "That will get them off." I took one step into the water and froze. Literally. The ocean was like freshly melted ice. "You've got to be kidding!" From behind, Erica pushed me deeper. My steps were constrained by my trunks. Soon, I was knee high, already affecting my circulation. With a shove, I fell forward, hands preventing a complete submersion. However, most of my lower body got dunked, including my privates. My dick shrunk and my balls pulled up, seeking warmth within my torso. However, the burning and itching stopped, almost immediately. I stood and ran towards shore. Erica was waiting, hands on hips. "Good thinking. Thanks," I said. The fact that I was bare from the waist down didn't seem significant at the time. "I'm glad to be rid of those little bastards. How did you know?" "We studied them in biology," she said. "But we have to be sure, to prevent a recurrence." She dropped to her knees in front of me, her head directly in front of my shriveled dick. "I can't check for sand mites when you're like this." She cupped my stub with her hand. "Can you make it big again?" It wouldn't take much fondling for her to get her wish. Already, I felt my blood flow diverted. Standing above, I had a great view of her tits, soft and squishy like water balloons. My prick was bigger than her palm now, stretching towards full length. She pulled back her hand. "Wow! That's pretty big. Time to check." She cocked her head left and right. "I can't tell by looking." Using two fingers, she stroked my dick up and down. It was throbbing now, desperate for friction against her hand, between her tits, inside her pussy. "I need something more sensitive than my fingers." She dragged her tongue up one side. I leaned forward, then retreated. Now the other side. I couldn't control my hips. "So far so good," she announced. "What happens if you find one?" I asked. Wouldn't it bite her? "I'll spit it out, of course." Oh sure. Dumb old Mr. Marcus. She bent my dick forward and licked the top. Then, she stroked her tongue from the base of my erection all the way up to the tip, lingering at the head for just a moment. "All clear outside," she said. "But some of those little buggers may have crawled inside." Her lips were over the tip of my prick, sucking. Oh yes, this girl had good technique. Not more than the head was inside her mouth, and I could already feel myself on the verge. She pulled back and spat onto the sand. "Think I got some. There may be more." She returned to sucking, even harder. If there were sand mites inside my dick, I wanted them out. Then it dawned on me that if I came, that would clear the pipe so to speak. My knees were getting weak from all of her attention to my penis. I placed my hands on her shoulders, to steady myself. She rocked back and forth with a steady rhythm, taking incrementally more of my prick in her mouth, towards her throat. This was a terrific blow job, even if it was preventative. Every time she shifted, her breasts jiggled. I noticed that the front bow of her bikini top was slipping. A chance to see her breasts, fully exposed? That would make my day and get me off good. To help the knot along, when she'd lean forward, I'd hold gently onto the shoulder straps, adding tension to the failing tie. I was just about ready. A few more sucks, and I'd be spurting. Just in case there were sand mites deeper down, I didn't want Erica to swallow. One more, two more, three more sucks. I pushed Erica's shoulder back, removing her lips from my dick. "Huh?" Startling upright, the bow gave way. The bikini top fell aside, and her breasts flopped out, swollen and succulent. I grabbed my dick, gave a quick jerk, and threw my hips forward. "Aaaarg!" One stream, then another, hit Erica between her tits, just as she raised her hands. "You wasted it!" she cried. "I didn't want you swallowing any sand mites,"I explained. "I know how bad they are on the outside. Just imagine what they would feel like if -" "There are no sand mites." She scooped a blob of cum oozing down her cleavage and sucked it from her fingers. "Hmm." "Then what caused the burning and itching?" I asked. She got up, her knees red from kneeling all that time, and visited her totebag. She returned with two dark glass bottles. "Instant Hot and Instant Itch. I was going use them on Daddy." Goodies from that shopping outing, I supposed. "But he didn't come -" "But you did!" She scraped and swallowed another runlet of sperm. "So you were my guinea pig." Little devil! Her old man was correct. Well, the least I could do was help her along. No reason for Erica to be frustrated in her attempt. "Damn! I screwed things up for you." "What's the matter?" she asked. "Your father asked me to room with him, and put you in with Harriett." "Shit!" She clenched her fists on stiff arms, her unfettered tits swaying on her torso. "We'll figure it out." "You'll help me? Oh, thank you!" Erica ran over and threw her arms around my neck. Her sticky lips pressed against mine. Below, my dick danced against her belly. "I hope Daddy is as well hung as you are," she whispered. Would she accept me as a substitute? Nope, I can't ask. If she agreed, I'd be violating her and the "don't fuck" rule at the same time. "Time to get back," I said. "Their meeting is probably over, and we have some planning to do." Erica stuffed her top into her tote and pulled her t-shirt on. As the car swayed gently on the road back to the hotel, my attention was divided between Erica's wobbling tits and the road. How could I assist her in seducing her father, with Harriett around? This would take a miracle. (To be continued) ### An Original H M Tale I'm always interested in reader feedback. Tell me what you think at the link below. Copyright (c) 2006, HarveyMarcus. All Rights Reserved. Mirror Image Ch. 02 WARNING: The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen. This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. * * * * * * * * * * On a business trip to California with his wife Harriett, her boss Ed, and Ed's daughter Erica, Mr. Marcus got a world-class blowjob from Erica. But Erica's sights are set on her father Ed. So Mr. Marcus and Erica conceive a plan to get the pair together. The best laid plans of getting laid . . . * * * * * * * * * * Emergency Incest Erica and I plotted as we drove back from the beach in the rental car. Despite Erica's recent blowjob, the sway of her tits under her shirt had me half erect before we'd gone a mile. Her father would be a lucky guy. Erica wasn't attractive like a model, all slim and shapely, but her thick torso was ready to be ridden, and I suspected she'd appreciate someone who rode her hard. Too bad my rule "Don't fuck the boss's daughter" extended to my wife's boss's child. "What's on the schedule for tonight?" I asked. Ed and Harriett only shared information on a need-to-know basis, and that meant learning the details or commitments with scant time to prepare. "We all have dinner out with the client. Some snooty place in the 'burbs, I think." She pulled another Tootsie Roll Pop from her bag and started sucking. I was no longer jealous of the candy treat, since I'd experienced those lips personally. I thought of Los Angeles as a suburb of San Diego, but that was just me. "Okay then, we'll need to get you alone with your father, if you're intent on getting him into bed." "Oh yes!" shouted Erica. "Tonight's the night." Wiggling in the seat accentuated the tumbling of her tits. Why didn't I just pull over onto a side street and fuck the daylights out of her? Because, like Annie wanted me, Erica wanted her daddy. Not rational, but understandable. "This is simple," I said. "You'll pretend to have stomach ache." I pulled the candy from her mouth. "From too many of these. That will leave you alone with him while Harriett and I go out." "Sounds terrific. You came up with that so quick. Do you do this a lot?" Plot ways for young women to get laid? Yes, but it's usually me doing the laying. "Not really." I pulled into the hotel lot and tossed the keys to an attendant. Erica ran around to my side of the car as the attendant pulled away. I got a sudden hug and a kiss, flat on the lips. My hands dangled hesitantly, scared to pull her closer. I might throw off my self-imposed constraints and fuck her there, standing up, for everyone in the lobby to see. Her lips, sweet from candy, lingered much too long. "You find me attractive, right?" she asked. "Not too fat?" Nothing but the truth. "Yes." "Your hard-on gave you away." That was true. Although Erica wasn't the athletic or thin body type I was usually attracted to, the combination of a attractive face and overwhelming tits caught my attention and imagination. She wasn't my usual conquest. Hell, she was no conquest at all. Erica bounced towards the hotel while I walked at normal speed. As I showered, thoughts of Erica in her bikini stoked my dick to attention. Somehow, I got soft enough to dress for dinner. In the common space of our shared suite, Erica was in pajamas that showed nothing. Our plan underway, she'd evidently claimed to be too sick to go to dinner. Ed thought the two of them staying behind was a great idea, to put Harriett in the prominent position with the client. "In the driver's seat" was his phrase. I hoped Erica got her father into the driver's seat while we were gone. With her sexually satisfied, there'd be less chance she'd come on to me, and less chance I'd agree. Dinner went well. The clients and their wives were charming and fun. We decided to go dancing after dinner. Harriett and I never go dancing. Close bodily contact upsets her. The wives in the group took turns dancing with me instead, as the husbands did with Harriett. Several of the wives dragged me onto the dance floor for slow numbers, and made sure to hold themselves tight against me. Soon, they were taking turns, every one of them feeling the protuberance between my legs, rubbing themselves the right way. Not that I'd get the chance to do any more than that, mind you. When we got back, Erica and Ed were in their separate bedrooms. Ed was particularly quiet. A half dozen miniature booze bottles decorated the counter. Everything was not fine, but it wasn't my role to probe. Ed for information or Erica for, well, just probe. I opened my mouth anyway. "Did you guys have something to eat?" "I had room service," said Ed. "Where's Erica?" asked Harriett. "In bed. Her stomachache got worse. I offered to phone the house physician, but she refused. Just sulked. I don't understand her, I really don't. What does she want from me?" Your dick, dickhead! No comments about her coming on to him, or undressing. Hmmm. Kids are inscrutable. And unscrewable, if you're Ed. * * * With more meetings scheduled for Ed and Harriett the next day, Erica and I were alone. "Let's go to the beach. I didn't exactly get any quality tanning time," she said. She came out in the same bikini, and then pulled on a t-shirt and shorts. Once we were safely buckled in a rental car, Erica spewed her side of the previous night's story. "We started out watching some TV together, and I sat real close, almost on his lap. I couldn't order anything from room service, or it would have spoiled my upset stomach excuse. He turned off the TV, and we talked like what seemed to be forever. I slipped off my pjs, kind of subtle, not just whoosh." She wiggled her shoulders, her breasts wobbling. "I was in bra and panties." Maybe since Ed was inebriated, she'd been successful. "So, did everything work out?" Boy, am I a letch! "I got his pants down, after a lot of protest and took his dick in my mouth. It only got this big -" She indicated about four inches. "I sucked and sucked, him muttering the whole time. It never get any bigger, and then he came." "Great!" At least with Ed, she got to swallow. I pulled into our private parking lot at the closed beach and got out. I held the door for Erica to do the same. "Not great," she said. "When I pulled off my bra. He turned red and screamed about being humiliated and that I should go to my room and not come out for the rest of the evening." So no real sex, at least by Bill Clinton's definition. "I fucked up real good," she continued. "Now he won't even look at me, let alone hug. I really screwed up." I put my arm around her, to console her. We walked down to the sand that way, hip to hip. We dropped our bags but not each other. Her arm came up behind me and drew me closer. Her mouth reached up to mine, in our side-by-side embrace, mouths open, tongues searching. This was getting too steamy for my own good, or Erica's. I pulled my face back, leaving Erica's tongue wagging in air. "I know you feel like you've been rejected -" "Feel like? He pushed me away, for chripes sake. When I was naked! You like my body! Why didn't he? Is there something wrong with these?" She pulled the string that opened her top. Those two breasts I'd dreamt about all night hung loose. "Here!" She placed my hand under one. I hefted it gently. I'd only touched her back in our previous beach visit. Now I held one breast, now both, in my palms. They squished and floated. "When Daddy ran his hand over one nipple, shit, I almost came right there. They're sensitive. Try it." Erica said Ed had looked at her breasts, not touched them. What was the truth? It didn't matter. I was holding and palpating her flesh, not Ed. I tested her theory by flicking her nipples, one at a time. She inhaled sharply and bucked her hips forward. "God, I need something down there. She reached down for my dick, which was at attention. She thrust her hand down my trunks and stroked with a fury. "Hang on. Slow down." It wouldn't take much more, and I'd be on top of her, giving her what she'd asked for. And as desirable an outcome as that was, it wasn't going to happen. "No." She continued her onslaught. "I want someone in me. I want you in me." I pulled her hand out of my pants. No way was I going to be second choice to Ed. "I'm sorry it didn't work out with your dad. Some men can deal with their daughters intimately, and some can't." "Can you?" Erica asked. "Did you do your daughter?" Now one of her hands was in her bikini bottoms. Her hips continued to rise and fall, as she fingered herself. It was none of her business, despite the fact that she'd had my prick in a jackhammer lock. She dropped to the sand on her back, her reaction intensifying. She was frigging herself good, with at least two fingers. "Are you going to put that big dick of yours in or not?" She slid down the bottoms, exposing her needy pussy. No way was I going to violate the "don't fuck the boss's daughter" rule, even if on a technicality that Erica was my wife's boss's daughter. Close enough. "Not." I knelt down, my dick out of her reach, and placed my face at her cunt. "How's this instead?" I stabbed at the opening with a stiff tongue. Then I licked up, stopping to suck in the vicinity of where her clit should have been. "Oooh God! What are you doing? Don't stop!" I had no intention of stopping until Erica had come at least once. The lower half of my body rubbed against the beach. Was this the origin of the phrase "pounding sand?" I licked and slurped and drove my mouth deeper onto her pussy. She pushed my head tight, preventing retreat. I was smothering in pussy, hot pussy, riding her wild movements like a cowboy in the saddle. So why didn't her father climb into the saddle with her, and give her a good fucking? Was it my quick negative reply to his question? Did I cause this girl's plan to bed her father to fail? Certainly I was complicit, if not guilty. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I want Daddy to fuck me!" Erica growled a song of animal lust. "Uugggh. Ugghhhh." She collapsed, chest rising and falling. For the moment, she was satisfied. Her father would be a lucky guy to fuck her to orgasm. I sat back, waiting for Erica to return to the world of the coherent. She raised up on her elbows, tits sagging to the sides. "I have to find a way to get Daddy to fuck me." "Do I have to do anything, like shoot him up with some drug or tie him up blindfolded?" Erica laughed. "No, silly. Just lend moral support." For an immoral act of incest? Sure thing! We packed up and piled back into the car. "Just curious," Said Erica. "Would you like to do it with me? I mean, have sex?" "Sure I would. But I have a rule." "But you've made love to other girls, besides your wife, right? I mean, with a dick like that, you probably have to beat them off." Some of them had beaten me off. Even Erica had. "What if Daddy and Harriett both agreed to let you do me?" she asked. "Are you kidding? There's no way they'd ever give their permission." "But if they did?" asked Erica. "Would you fuck me if they said yes?" "Sure." Why not agree? "But only with their approval." Which will never happen. Why did she ask? I mean, she was plotting to get her dad in the sack, not me. Was I her backup? Certainly her father would fuck her before allowing me to do the dirty deed. And Harriett? Give me a break. She'd rather cut my dick off than have me use it with anyone, let alone her boss's daughter. Ridiculous concept! Erica was sneaky, but that result was way out of her league. When we entered the lobby, a nice looking young man at the end of the registration counter raised one hand. Erica returned the gesture. "That's a nice looking young man. How about making love with him?" I asked. "Rene? He's the evening services manager. We had a long talk at breakfast yesterday. He's gay. By the way, he thinks you're cute." I glanced back. Rene waved and winked. Oops. The elevator dinged and its doors opened. Erica touched my arm. "I have something to do. I figured out a way where Daddy has to fuck me." I got a peck on the cheek, totally unexpected. * * * Upstairs, Ed and Harriett sat on opposite ends of the couch. Empty booze bottles littered the end table next to him. Harriett left the room almost immediately without a word. "Where's Erica?" asked Ed. "She had an errand. She'll be up soon," I said. "I've got reservations at a five-star -" Ed stopped when Erica walked in. Her face was flushed. "Daddy, I think I'm sick." As she went weak in the knees, he put his arm around her. She grabbed him in a bear hug. "Daddy, don't let go. Please." She wasn't just hugging; she was rubbing her body against him, up and down. A nice sex simulation, with their clothes on. "Splash some cold water on your face. I'm sure you just got too much sun." He had to peel her off and turn her around. I got a surreptitious wink as she ran for her bedroom. Harriett came in from the kitchette, munching an apple. "Fruit is a good appetite suppressant," she mumbled. Moans and groans came from the women's bedroom. We all ran to the door, but Ed got there first. Erica was under the sheet, writhing side to side. Her t-shirt and shorts were on the floor. Her knees, spread, elevated the sheet. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Oh, Daddy, I can't help it. I'm all hot, and I itch." Ed turned to me. "What happened at the beach today?" "Nothing," I said. I just ate your daughter to orgasm, because she was so horny after you wouldn't fuck her. "We just laid out and got some sun." He sat next to his daughter. Her knee kept thumping his arm. "Make it go away," she cried. "Make it stop." Tears streamed down her cheeks. "I'm calling the house physician." Ed dialed the number with no hesitation, which meant he memorized it, or it was displayed on the plastic card adorning the phone keypad. "Could a doctor come up right away? My daughter is, well, she's not feeling well." We stood and watched Erica thrash under the sheet, which was now slipping down. Erica didn't seem to notice, but Ed kept pulling it back up. There was a knock, and Harriett ran to answer. In walked Rene. Aha, here comes the ruse! Guy even had a black bag. "What seems to be the problem?" he asked. Erica came out of her mindless babble. "Doctor! Oh, please. I'm hot and I itch. I can't stand it! Make it go away. Pleeeeze!' Erica sounded like Annie when she wanted something real bad. "Let me take a look." Rene pulled down the sheet Ed had tried so hard to keep in place. Erica's breasts were bare, sagging to the sides. Her hand had a firm grip on her thighs, as she bucked her hips, bikini bottoms on. "Harvey, look away!" commanded Harriett. Yet, she hadn't turned, staring at the plump young woman, so I didn't turn away either. Rene put on latex gloves and slid Erica's panties down. Erica thrust one, perhaps two, fingers into her pussy, poking and out at a furious pace. Without sufficient lubrication, she'd be irritating the hell out of herself. And, raw pussy is no fun. At least, from the female's perspective. Rene pulled Erica's hand from her privates. Her cunt lips were bright red, and not just from finger frigging. "Don't touch yourself down there. It will only make things worse." Rene ran a swab through her cunt lips and held it up, coated with juices he'd taken from Erica's leaking pussy. "I can send this to a lab, but I know what your daughter has. I've seen the symptoms before. Furor Uterinus." "What's that?" asked Ed. "Uncontrolled libidinous feelings, manifesting themselves physiologically. Classic case. High temperature, inflamed genitalia, itching." We all looked at each other. I struggled to turn my withheld smile into a shocked expression. Erica's act was an award winner. If I didn't know better, I'd have believed her display of physical distress. "What causes such a thing?" asked Ed. Harriett stood frozen. At least she wasn't throwing her hands over my eyes. "It is a psychosexual disorder, which must be treated as such," said the phony doctor. "How?" Ed asked. "Eventually, therapy. But now, she must have a significant orgasm, like the kind achieved through sexual intercourse." Ah-ha! Erica must have persuaded Rene to intercept the phone call to the house physician and deliver this news to her father. Brilliant! Now Ed would have to do the deed. "You must be joking!" Ed paced back and forth, pulling at his shirt collar. The sweat on his forehead rippled down his face. "I am not. There is considerable physical and emotional stress overwhelming her young body. An orgasm will dissipate both. Failure to achieve orgasm will cause physical damage leading to complete exhaustion, driving her into a mindless stupor, perhaps a coma." Boy, this Rene was good! "So go ahead. Give her an orgasm," said Ed. Oh, like it was so simple. Guys with four-inch dicks should know better. "Now it is you who are joking." Rene shook his head, plucked off his gloves and packed up. "I'm sorry, but you ask the impossible. I could lose my license, even go to jail. No, you must deal with this yourself." This was Erica's plan all along, to have her father fuck her. Rene's suggestion made the issue immediate. All Harriett and I had to do was leave and let nature take its course. I took a step towards the door. Harriett didn't stop me. "Do you have one of those vibrators?" Ed asked Harriett. Her hand whipped across his face." How dare you?" She crossed her arms over her chest. "An artificial device probably will not work, just as her own self-stimulation will not be effective." Rene packed up and walked to the door. "If she passes out, act quickly or call 911. The paramedics can try to prevent brain damage if it goes on too long." "Brain damage?" Ed cried. He buried his face in his hands. Rene had laid it on thick. Now, would Ed lay Erica, like she wanted? Ed stood, head slumped forward. "I can't." He headed out of the room, but Harriett grabbed his shoulder. "You can't let this get any worse. Do something." Erica's thrashing was reduced. "She's getting tired." Ed sighed. "Good, then she'll fall asleep -" "And slip into a coma. Didn't you hear what the doctor said?" Harriett shook Ed, but he was unresponsive. Erica's plan was failing, and she was tiring from all of the hip thrusts and simulated convulsions. Erica moaned "Daddy." "I can't have sex with my daughter." "Well, someone has to," said Harriett. Ed's eyes were on me immediately after the words had escaped Harriett's mouth. She turned and looked. "What?" I asked. I knew, but I was not going to go easily. "Harvey, would you please have sex with Erica?" asked Ed. "The hell he will," Harriett interjected. "So, Miss Uppity. It's okay for me to commit incest, but not okay for your husband to save my daughter's life? How can you be so hypocritical?" Ed took out his wallet and fumbled for something. "Here, I kept this handy, just in case. Never had the opportunity." It was an old, metal foil wrapped condom. I glanced at the expiration date. Over a year past. The thing would probably rip to shreds with the first friction. Then I noticed it was a SMALL. Hell, wouldn't even fit. Mirror Image Ch. 02 "How can you suggest this? Do you expect me to stand here and watch my husband make love to another woman?" Harriett asked. How could I perform, with the two of them standing over me? "Then we won't stay," said Ed. What was this? Had they slipped from "will he" to "he will" and were now just arguing logistics? "What if I don't want to?" I asked. Erica's hips were churning slowly against the sheets. Her voice was softer, plaintive. "Daddy!" "You have no choice." Harriett's hands grabbed my shoulders. This was as close as our bodies had been in years. "God help me, but there's no choice, for any of us." Harriett walked out. "Well, get to it, before I lose her forever," said Ed. He spun me back towards his prostrate daughter. Erica's hips were undulating, beckoning me to fill the empty space between them. She'd predicted that her father would rise to the occasion. Now I was the one whose dick had risen for the purpose. I undressed. "Holy shit! You're going to stick that in my daughter?" "Just enough to give her an orgasm," I said. Of course, I expected to bury the whole thing, over and over, to get her off, but once we were under way, Ed wouldn't have much to say about technique. I tore open the condom and slid the dry sheath over the first four inches of my erection. He witnessed the incomplete coverage. "Half way," Ed directed. "Only half." I nodded, and climbed onto the bed. Erica's eyes were closed. "Daddy!" Erica whispered. I rubbed the tip of my dick against her pussy. The head slid in easily. "Ooh, good. More. Don't tease me, not now." I pushed forward, holding myself above her on extended arms. Ed came around the side. "That's far enough." I pulled out and pushed back, using only half my dick. "Uuuggg. Good fucking," Erica moaned. "Fat fucking." "I can't watch this," Ed muttered. He skulked towards the door. "I'll see you later." I lowered my belly so it was on hers. This freed up my hands to caress her tits. If we were shooting for an orgasm, then Erica's sensitive nipples would have to play a role. On first touch, Erica jerked up. Without doing a thing, I was embedded two more inches. The condom-covered portion of my dick was now completely inside her. When I pulled back, I felt the condom slipping off. "So, your plan didn't work," I whispered. Perhaps Ed was standing at the door, listening. If I was in his shoes and he was in Annie, I'd be eavesdropping. "It was a win-win," she cooed back. "If Daddy didn't do me, I knew someone would. I was hoping he'd choose you. Mmmm, you and your big fat dick." The condom almost came off as I pulled back. "He gave me a rubber, but it's too small." Her voice was half speech, half growl. "Let me take it off. I want to feel your bare cock." Using the bed sheet like a potholder, she pulled the useless prophylactic from my penis. "Now, gimme." I was glad to accommodate. I aimed and leaned forward, taking up my half residency. The feeling was familiar, and instantly I knew what Erica had done. The heat and itch attacked my prick. The little minx hadn't been acting. She was reacting to those two novelty liquids she'd applied directly to her pussy. Lord almighty, that must have burned and itched like the devil. And now she was sharing. I couldn't help but rub my dick in and out, trying to scratch the itch. My penis felt like it was on fire. "Oooh, that's it. Isn't it good?" I nibbled her ear a bit too hard. "No. It's driving me crazy." I picked up the pace, but no matter how fast I fucked her, the itch remained. Was it getting worse? "You're driving me crazy. Is it all in? Am I taking all of your fat prick?" I leaned hard against her. "Yes, you're taking it all." I thrust madly, recklessly. I didn't care how my dick was pummeling her pussy, only that my hips had to move and my penis had to drill her, split her. The heat and itch had desensitized my prick, so I felt nothing, at least, from an erotic perspective, only irritation. I pulled out and sat up. "Noooo! I'm not done. You heard the doctor, I need to have an orgasm." She chuckled. "And you will, just not with these chemicals burning me. Come on." I dragged her towards the bathroom. "Get in," I said, swinging open the glass door of the shower stall. I followed, and set the temperature to comfortably warm. The spray cascaded down her breasts and my dick, washing away the toxic substances. My erection throbbed with relief. "How about you?" Erica bent her knees and aimed her pussy at the spray. "Aaah. Feels better." "Good. Now we can feel what we're doing, without distraction." I turned her to face the spray. Standing behind her, I bent and placed my dick at her pussy. "What are you doing?" "Fucking you, my dear, and bringing you to a marvelous climax." I entered slowly and pulled back at the same pace. "More. Faster," Erica cried. "No." I reached around and took the fronts of her tits in my hands, making sure to catch her nipples in my palms. Her tit flesh was too voluminous to hold more than a little. I rubbed my hands over her breasts. Her nipples, already erect, got harder. "Faster. I want to be fucked," she cried. "I'll fuck you as fast or slow as I want." I penetrated three times, fast and deep, before returning to my more casual pace. "Do that again," she pleaded. I dropped one hand to her crotch and slid my fingers up and down until I discovered her clit. It was extended. When I dragged a finder over it, Erica's cunt squeezed down hard. That's when I gave her another quick sequence. Another rub, another squeeze, and another rapid sequence. "How are you doing?" "At this rate, I could fuck all night," she said. "But I'll probably collapse from exhaustion before I cum." "Me too," I said, accelerating my lunges. "Oooh, nice. Keep it up." With her cunt pressuring my dick, that wouldn't be a problem. "Are you ready?" I asked. "I have been, ever since the three of you came into the room." I spun her around, stepping between her legs. "On your toes," I demanded. In that position, I could enter her from the front. What I wanted, what would bring her off, were those tits. I grabbed one and raised a nipple to my mouth. I sucked as hard as I could, forcing as much of the breast in my mouth as I could. My tongue danced around the nipple. With every suck, and slammed my dick all the way in, licked and withdrew, and then sucked again. "Oh God. Oh God. I'm so - You're driving me - It's so hard - Yes - Fuck me - Fuck me - " I switched to her other breast, repeating the same technique. She grabbed me around the neck and raised one leg behind my back. I couldn't hold her weight, and was relieved when she didn't try to raise both legs around my waist. We would have collapsed in the shower, certainly with bodily harm. "I'm gonna pull out before I cum," I said. They always reply the same way. "Not yet you don't. Not until I reach orgasm." There, just like all the rest. So I began the final assault, long, deep thrusts, fast but not frenetic. Over and over, making sure to maintain an angle to stroke her clit occasionally. "Yes. Yes. Oh yes. It's happening. Oh it's happening. Grrrrrrrr." On my next stab, Erica grabbed my ass and rubbed our groins together. She shook as she pressed her fingertips into my buttocks, and then lower. One last jab, and Erica slapped me between my legs. My dick pulsed, and I blasted sperm deep into her pussy. "Grrr." She held me close, preventing a retreat. "Ahhhh." When she let go, I slid from inside her, raw from the intensity of our fucking. Her pussy was bright red. "Maybe we should wash up and let your dad know you've been saved from certain death," I said. "You know, everyone would be a lot healthier if they had regular orgasms. Too bad I couldn't share mine with Daddy," she said. I had a strong feeling Erica would eventually convince her father to fuck her, without the need for Instant Heat or Instant Itch. We finished a shower, although when I washed her breasts and she washed my dick, I almost thought she wanted to go at it again. I ignored the opportunity, although my prick got hard and gave away my internal attitude. When we stepped into the main room, Harriett and Ed were in an embrace. Her suit jacked was off. "What are you two doing?" Erica shouted. I decided to join in. "Harriett, shame on you." They broke from each other, faces flushed. "It's not what you're thinking," sputtered Harriett. "No, really. I was distraught, and Harriett was consoling me. It was a friendly gesture," added Ed. "With no sexual overtones." Harriett added. "I mean, its not like we just had intercourse." Offense as a defense. I'd learned it from Harriett. I was good, but she was better. Erica took her father's arm, pressing herself close to him, just like I'd seen them together the first time. "Are you better, sweetie?" he asked. "Fine, daddy. The doctor's prescription did the trick." Erica had been quite a trick, and quite a treat. Harriett said nothing. I waited for the wrath of Harriett. Sooner or later, probably sooner, I was going to get the lecture of my life, despite the fact that she'd recommended me for the job. It wasn't delivered while we were with Ed and Erica, not on the plane flight home, and not during the drive from the airport. On our front stoop, as I unlocked the front door, Harriett struck. Her hand grabbed my arm like a vice. "Don't think I've granted you the freedom to have intimate relations with girls in the neighborhood." Too late. She squeezed harder. It felt like my bone was about to crumble. "And never with Anna!" I nodded, if only to escape the pain. ### An Original H M Tale I'm always interested in reader feedback. Tell me what you think at the address in my chair Copyright (c) 2006, HarveyMarcus. All Rights Reserved.